Ocean Vuong
“When I am stuck, I don’t like to force out work/words. If I’m having difficulty, I just walk away from the desk—sometimes not returning for weeks at a time. I find
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In this online exclusive we ask authors to share books, art, music, writing prompts, films—anything and everything—that has inspired them in their writing. We see this as a place for writers to turn to for ideas that will help feed their creative process.
Manuel Gonzales
“When I get stuck, I jump mediums, which reminds me of the one time I was driving to high school so fast that the police officer, who was going the opposite direction from me, jumped the median and drove over a grassy patch at least twenty yards wide just to pull me over.
Tony Tulathimutte
“Of all sources of inspiration, grammar is probably the most underrated. But any writer who’s been confronted with an empty page or blipping cursor knows that language itself, with its structures and inner connections, can suggest many possibilities.
Idra Novey
“When I run out of words, I find it helpful to run out the door. Even if I only have fifteen minutes and it’s February and freezing, I find physically moving quickly gets my mind going again. It also helps if I listen to music with a driving rhythm and lyrics I admire.
Mark de Silva
“The thing about creative drive, which you can just as well think of as a kind of pressure, is that there are so many ways it can be dissipated.
Mira Ptacin
“I never know when a good idea will strike, but I know how to connect to the force. Or, my force. That is: whatever drives me to write and fuels my fight,
Garth Greenwell
"I studied vocal performance before I was a writer, and my favorite singer—to my mind, one of the very greatest singers of the twentieth century—is Peter Pears.
Sunil Yapa
“For a minor level stuck—a piece of dialogue too on the nose, a telling detail that just doesn’t tell—I stay at the desk. I stare at the wall; I look out the window
Brett Fletcher Lauer
“There are a host of prescribed tricks for writing droughts, from the age-old divine intervention of Erato to the more practical jaunt around the neighborhood. ‘Methinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow,’ Thoreau wrote in his journal.
Elaine Equi
“I never acquired the habit of keeping a journal, except to record my dreams. It always amazes me when I reread one from years ago, how fresh it still seems—more vivid